This is a song about "My sister wedding"

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.

That’s some nigga from 10.deep atl, i’m wit’ the cooker

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

How simple they are

Your sort of like my sister,

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

My sister comes from the side, flickin’ on the light

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Few days back my sister lost her son....